Happy Birthday To Me

 Today was my 21st birthday.  It was the 14th time I turned 21.  Amazing how that works, right? Just like my 21st birthday, I didn't even drink a drop of alcohol!  Yes, you read that right, I didn't drink on my 21st birthday.  I had a stomach bug.  Don't worry, though.  I made up for it many times both before and after becoming legally able to drink.  I have drinks available now.  I'm just saving them.

I never felt like birthdays were much of a big deal. We always celebrated when I was growing up.  I had parties.  We always had cake.  I always felt loved.  I just feel like it's just another day.  Greg has been asking me for weeks now what I wanted for my birthday.  I couldn't come up with anything good.  I have everything I need and everything I want too.  It would be nice to have someone clean my house from top to bottom, send me away on a spa vacation all alone (or maybe with Greg), but those things aren't feasible.  For one, no one would ever clean my house the way I would want it cleaned, and if I left, I'd be worried about what wasn't being done at home and what had to be done when I got home.  I would also love a good night's sleep, but that's such a ridiculous request it almost makes me laugh out loud! So, the birthday wishes I got from friends and family were exactly what I needed today.  I felt very loved, and really, what more can a girl ask for?

Yesterday my parents came down for dinner and we had a little celebration with them.  Today Greg and I "celebrated" together with Andrew.  I specifically asked Greg NOT to get me a birthday cake.  I'm desperately trying to lose a few pounds before summer, and I didn't want any temptations.  He amazingly honored my wish, and this is what I was given instead:

A peep cake!  I have to say, it's the first time anyone has ever put candles in a box of Peeps for my birthday!  I love Peeps.  I especially love them when they are about two days stale.  They're sitting out on the top of my fridge now.

Andrew thought the Peep cake was great, but he's the worst secret keeper ever.  He started asking for Peeps first thing this morning and continued to ask for them repeatedly until Greg got home from work this evening at 7!

Andrew wrote my name on the card envelope himself.  I guess to him, I am worth of an extra "om."  Maybe he views me as especially meditative!  Ha!

Sam found the whole thing to be beneath him.  His only concern?  Where his next treat is coming from.  Cats.  

Are birthdays a big deal in your house?  What do you do to celebrate?